#and yesterday the first day i was wearing these I was like well they aren't super comfy

[loving-jack-kelly]

my feet were hurting so much for so long and according to my googling it was due to lack of arch support so I got better shoes and it didn't help and now I'm on day two of wearing arch support braces and oh my god. the difference it's making. never going back.

[nyarumie]

What if Soshiro's girlfriend was nice to Weapon 10 because it saved his life and instead of being flustered 10 also start liking her and now Soshiro feels like he has to share his gf with the suit!!

A small continuation to 'Suit Anomaly', based from this ask! (Click here for Part 3)

Author's Reply: Hi, Anon! This sounds adorable! His gf's semi rude attitude towards No. 10 was because of the injuries Soshiro got from their fight, but she's not a totally cold person so I can see this happening! I shall do my best ♡

Requests and messages are welcome on my ask box! I can also write for Narumi and Mina (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Just a few weeks after the nationwide cataclysm orchestrated by Kaiju No. 9, you once again found yourself standing in the very same training facility right after a small kaiju attack from the previous day. This time, you’re equipped with your own numbers weapon just in case it goes haywire after all the damage it sustained.

“How does it feel?” you ask him.

“Still as uncomfortable as ever,” he said. “Can’t say this thing’s more tame now, it’s as battle hungry as always; but it kinda listens to me and has a l’il bit of common sense now.”

You snort, hearing No. 10 roar an “Are you saying I’m stupid?!” at him.

Knowing him, Soshiro just refuses to tell the truth: He’s grown comfortable wearing his numbered suit, despite the strain it deals on his body. It’s particularly crazy how he’s able to wear it and fight using it again just after a few days of being discharged from the medbay—any normal officer wouldn’t be able to walk after that destructive fight.

"Hmm… You both did well in yesterday's fight," you started, followed with a sigh, "But you didn't need to go all-out at all. They were just small fry!"

Soshiro comically scratched his head, "No offense sweetie, but I think you're just upset you didn't get to kill one yesterday. This guy wanted to wipe 'em all out for ya. Some kind of thanks for actively watchin' over the suit's repair."

"I didn't say anything like that!" it complained.

Soshiro crossed his arms and complained, "Ya keep dragging me to her area! Told ya she's as strong as we are, but you kept screaming at me saying somethin' like 'Oi, Hoshina! Ain't you gonna protect your little foul mouthed girlfriend?!'"

"Stop lying! I just wanted to get a higher kill count; you're being too lousy in battle!"

'Ah… compatibility aside, the arguments aren't stopping soon.' you thought.

You cleared your throat, getting their attention back to you. "If that's the case, then I extend my deepest gratitude to you both—but you don't have to worry about me!"

Proceeding to closely inspect the suit, you went down on one knee and thoroughly observed its tail, which had been severed during their fight with Kaiju no. 12. You started caressing it, seemingly deep in thought.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I told you I'm not a pet!"

Soshiro just quietly observed the scene, curious at your actions.

Going to stand in front of Soshiro again, you bent your upper body forward to meet the Kaiju's eye.

For the first time since he's donned this suit, you gave it a sincere smile. "I give you my deepest thanks for protecting Soshiro. You did well."

Silence.

After a minute of solid silence, the tail started aggressively swaying around and a frantic scream from Okonogi caught yours and Soshiro's attention.

"Vice Captain! Platoon Leader! I advise you to end the monitoring session—the suit's rapidly overheating for no reason!"

Eh?

Soshiro started pulling the tail, trying to get it to behave. "You cyclops! Keep still! My girlfriend's not flirtin' with ya, not with a Kaiju!"

"Cyclops?! I'm not even doing anything, bowlcut bastard!"

As you laugh at the entertainment in front of you, the Kaiju detection alarm goes off.

"Let's go. Make sure you let me kill some today, alright?" you said, mood heightened.

That being said…

In the midst of the battle, it took Soshiro a great deal of strength just to stop the Kaiju suit from rushing towards your aid.

The both of them started arguing again after the fight, as Soshiro saw how its tail was subtly waving when you approached them, as if asking to be caressed again.

"Ya don't get to ask my girlfriend to touch yer tail! I'm not sharin' her with you!"

"I didn't ask her anything! And would you look at that, she's already touching it!"

With a pout akin to that of a child getting their lollipop stolen, Soshiro said, "Dear, ya don't have to do that! I'm right here!"

You giggled, wanting to tease him a bit. "And I can see you well enough, 'Shiro. You'll get your kisses later, yeah?"

He groaned, continuing their seemingly never-ending argument.

Oh, you can get used to this.

[writer-freak]

Late night call | Atsumu x Gn reader

Summary: Playing for MSBY is Atsumu's dream, but it means being apart from you. He travels away for a week and you both aren't doing well with the distance but you always make time for each other.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, gn reader, reader is mentioned to wear lingerie, used the word core for reader, time skip Atsumu, phone sex, english isn't my first language, smut is maybe not that great

A/n: My Haikyuu phase is back and I have written so much stuff for Haiykuu in the last few days. Also am currently trying my hand more on smut but I still have some struggles with it. So I wrote something more sweet at the beginning.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Atsumu had been dreading this trip for weeks. Playing for the MSBY Black Jackals was a dream come true, but it came with its challenges, including time away from you. He kissed you goodbye at the door, holding you a little longer than usual, not wanting to let go.

"I'll miss ya." he murmured against your hair, his voice full of reluctance.

"I'll miss you too, 'Tsumu. It's only for a week." you reassured him, even though you felt the same way.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, just for a week." The days apart were harder than either of you anticipated. Despite the time difference, Atsumu made it a point to text you whenever he had a free moment. His messages were like always full of jokes, but you could tell he was struggling with the distance. You also missed him terribly, counting down the days until he would be back.

After practice, Atsumu was even more exhausted than usual but still, he couldn't wait to hear your voice. He sat down on his bed before dialing your number and waiting, a small smile forming on his lips when he heard you answer.

"Hey, 'Tsumu! How was practice?" "Hey, babe. It was good, just long. I miss ya." he admitted, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes, just taking in the sound of your voice.

"I miss you too. Want me to tell you about my day?" you offered, hoping to maybe take his mind off for a moment.

"Yeah, please. I wanna hear all about it." he said, his voice showing signs of fatigue.

You started talking about your day, recounting all the little things that had happened. You could hear him responding every now and then, but the responses started to get fewer and fewer. Eventually, you heard his breathing even out, a soft snore escaping his lips.

You paused, realizing he had fallen asleep. Warmth spread through your chest, appreciating just how much he cared. Despite being exhausted, he had still made the effort to call you and listen to you talk about your day. It was moments like these that reminded you just how much he loved you.

"Goodnight, 'Tsumu." you whispered, not wanting to wake him. You stayed on the line, listening to his steady breathing, feeling a little more like he was next to you even though he was miles away. You eventually fell asleep with the phone still next to your ear, lulled to sleep by the sound of his soft snores.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Atsumu.

"Sorry, I fell asleep on ya, babe. But I loved hearing about your day. Can't wait to see ya soon. Love ya."

The next day, after particularly grueling practice, Atsumu was finally back in his hotel room, exhausted but missing you terribly. He took a quick shower, the hot water soothing his sore muscles. As he dried off, he got an idea, a way of apologizing for yesterday while also teasing you just a little. With a smirk, he positioned himself in front of the mirror, snapping a picture of his shirtless torso, droplets of water still clinging to his skin, his abs and chest glistening. He sent it to you with a teasing message.

"Wish ya were here to help me dry off ;)"

Your phone buzzed, and your eyes widened at the image. Heat pooled in your core as you took in the sight of him. You bit your lip, deciding to play along. You changed into a lacy piece of lingerie, snapping a picture of yourself lying on the bed, the fabric leaving little to the imagination.

"Maybe I'll save that for when you get back. For now, here's something to keep you company."

Atsumu's breath hitched when he saw your photo, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He typed back quickly, his heart racing. "Damn, babe, ya know how to drive me crazy. I can't wait to get back and have ya all to myself."

You felt a bit of excitement at his response, you usually didn't dirty text much so this just made it more exciting. You decided to push a little further.

"Just imagine what I'll do to you when you get back. I might not even let you out of the bedroom."

Atsumu groaned softly, his mind filling with images of you together. He needed to calm himself down, but the fantasies were almost too much to bear. He replied, his fingers shaking slightly.

"You better be ready, 'cause I'm not gonna hold back."

The exchange left both of you hot and bothered and later that night, Atsumu found himself unable to sleep, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He picked up his phone and called you, he needed to hear your voice. It was late for him, but he didn't care. You answered almost immediately.

"Hey, 'Tsumu. Can't sleep?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Yeah, I need ya," he admitted, his voice already filled with desire. "Been thinkin' about ya all day."

Your breath hitched at his words, the heat from earlier coming back. "I've been thinking about you too. Those pictures…"

"Ya liked that, huh? I didn't even show you that much." he teased, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Wish I could be there with ya, touchin' ya, makin' ya feel good."

"Tell me what you'd do if you were here." you urged, your voice trembling.

"I'd start by kissin' ya, slow and deep. My hands would be all over ya, touchin' every inch of that gorgeous body." he described, his words sending shivers down your spine.

"Keep going." you breathed, your hand slipping under your shirt, imagining it was his touch.

"I'd pull that sexy little thing ya were wearin' off ya, kissin' my way down your neck, your chest… I'd take my time, babe wanna make ya feel everythin'." he continued, his own hand moving down to palm himself through his boxers.

You let out a soft moan, his words driving you wild. "Atsumu… I need you so bad."

"Fuck, ya sound so good. Wish I could hear ya in person." he groaned, his hand slipping inside his boxers. "What are ya doin' right now, baby? Tell me."

You bit your lip, your free hand moving down to your core. "I'm touching myself, 'Tsumu. Thinking about you. About how good you make me feel."

He let out a shaky breath, his hand moving faster. "Fuck, that's hot. Keep goin', babe. Wanna hear ya come for me."

The sound of his voice, filled with need, spurred you on. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, matching your own. "I'm so close, 'Tsumu. Just need you…"

"Come for me, baby. Let me hear ya." he urged, his own release nearing.

With a few more strokes, you cried out his name, your body trembling with pleasure. Hearing you pushed Atsumu over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release.

"Fuck, that was… amazin'." he panted, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You both lay there, catching your breath.

"I love you, 'Tsumu." you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

"I love ya too, more than anythin'." he replied, his voice soft.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[naturistgirl]

Crowded Tourist Spots, Deserted Places and the 'Textile Offended'

I live close to a beautiful tourist area. For a naturist that can be frustrating. The beautiful landscapes, valleys, hill tops and woodlands near where my home, come in two flavours - crowded and deserted.

I am openly naturist. I hate getting tangled with the 'Textile Offended'. Let me explain my meaning. Most people I meet are generally accepting of naturism; happy and cheerful in their greetings; few are ever offended. All of us have seen a naked woman before. The 'Textile Offended' apparently aren't among them. These are people who walk past you several times to get a closer look or even a photo on their phone. They are likely to go out of their way, even changing direction so that they can be 'offended'. They wear clothes and in this hot sticky summer weather they can get awfully hot and bothered. If possible I like to avoid the risk of being on the same path. They will come up to you to tell you you're 'breaking the law' (you aren't) or 'damaging children' (naturism is NOT a safeguarding issue). The clothed don't offend me by wearing textiles but I do draw the line at them bothering me with groundless arguments and accusations. That does offend me and and it can spoil my day!

Yesterday we went hiking above Newchurch-in-Pendle. This is a well frequented area with people climbing Pendle Hill. It is a very pretty village and one associated with the Pendle Witches. There is a little shop here 'Witches Galore' and the churchyard reputedly has a hanged witch buried there. See the little witches on brooms on the fingerpost above? It gets busy in summer (and on Hallowe'en).

I generally don't even put clothes on to start with. I do however carry a side tie bikini with me 'just in case'; little triangles of cloth that cover me (barely). I have 'Daisy Dukes' too if necessary and a very skimpy little gingham blouse. They don't get much wear and the bikini is pretty pointless anyway but they do keep the 'textile offended' at bay! Yesterday I had to wear them for a little while as there were plenty of people about. It is one of the penalties of visiting textile tourist spots!

Once naked, I STAY naked, even if I see someone approaching. They have already seen me, so what? Nothing looks worse than scrambling furtively into clothes or hiding behind a rock! Just be bold; smile (a lot) and say a very cheerful 'Hello' (around here the phrase is 'How do?' Generally, my 'emergency textiles' stay neatly in my bag where they belong!

The photographic shots here were all taken in relaxed fashion as we walked the track away from the village towards Ogden Clough. It demonstrates how you can do a little naturism even in a really popular tourist area.

Most people just tend to hang around the pretty village, buy souvenirs and take cute photos on their phones. I really like that they do! It keeps them off the trails. Yes, we did see a few people hiking on the same path as us but they were mostly busy, like us, enjoying the great outdoors.

If another hiker comes along the path behind me (one did), I don't really worry too much. I don't think my derrière is capable of offending anyone? I hope not! Hopefully the same is true for my husband. Girls like tight buns too!

Finally an entreaty! Tumblr is first and foremost a Blog Site. If you are a naturist like me and enjoyed this blogpost, please like, share and re-blog with my blessing. Do add your own affirmative comments. More important, if you feel inspired to hike clothes free, please blog about it too! Though there are maybe 6.5 million naturists in the UK, we do need some more!

I welcome messages from anyone who generally wants to know more about naturism. I also love to chat with other naturists about the lifestyle. This ISN'T a sexually themed blog however (I do have one of those too but the photos will never appear here).

Indeed a Naturist lifestyle is NOT about having lots of sex simply because you're naked! Paradoxically, sex is NOT about nudity and the absence of clothing. Erotic clothing (and its gradual removal) is a sexual tease and a must!. I also work as an adult model. Photoshoots generally start with underwear and what happens when it is removed! As a naturist I simply don't wear any!

My perennial postscript: Thank you to this wonderful guy (my loving husband) for the photos shown here. (I married my photographer!)

Without him, these blogs would be all words. He makes the blog special with what he does and I love him to bits.

Walking together with Mart, we are a naturist couple and if we meet anyone else, this is generally more acceptable (for some reason) than being alone. Single naturist men are often criticised, single naturist women tend to get chatted up (and delayed!).

Jane xx

[rekino2114]

Yello! This is a revamped version of the students meeting male reader stronger than Fem Gojo.

It's the goodwill event arc and the teachers are all bickering (it started from Fem Gojo teasing utahime). Then a voice interrupts them all.

"Can you all act more professional.... You're embarrassing yourselves in front of the kids...."

The teachers immediately shut up, recognising the voice and look towards the source of it. The students did the same as their teachers.

They all saw a man who looks sleep deprived with messy shoulder length hair and wearing an oversized black tracksuit, hiding his muscular physique.

You walked over to them with a slight hunch on your back.

"a-ah... Y/N... I didn't expect to see you...." Utahime says nervously.

Now the students are wondering, why is that man able to set all the teachers on edge.

"My love! You actually came!" Fem Gojo latches onto male reader, peppering his face with kisses.

"WHATTT! THATS YOU'RE BOYFRIEND!!!" Fem gojo's students shout.

(you could write about the students reaction or what not :) )

Fem. Gojo introducing you to her students

(Fem gojo x male reader stronger than her part 2)

A/n: Thanks for the request. tbh i had a lot of fun writing this. This might be one of my favorite AUs to write for. Also I don't know if I mentioned this before but for all of the fem. Gojo posts I'll do, his name will be changed to satori gojo

Part 1 is here

"Geez utahime you can't even handle a bit of teasing, it's not my fault you're so weak"

"You call this straight-up bullying teasing?"

"What about it? Are you crying?"

"...Not again"

"How long has this been going on for?"

"I dunno an hour I think?"

The students continued to whisper to each other as gojo threw insults at the Kyoto school teacher, as much as they hated this no one disrupted the situation in hope of not becoming the next target of gojo's teasing.

"Can you all act more professional, you're embarrassing yourself in front of the kids"

Everyone turned towards the tired sounding voice and saw a man with bags under his eyes and messy hair. At his sight the adults in the room stayed silent in respect and a bit of fear until utahime broke the silence

"I-i didn't expect to see you here y/n"

"Who is this guy? he must be important"

"No idea, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks"

"Can you two shut up"

The first years hushed convention was interrupted by their teacher running up to you and wrapping her arms around you

"My love, you actually came!"

"I was taking a nap downstairs. You woke me up"

"Oh I'm so sorry darling, you know how utahime gets"

"Wait a minute did gojo-sensei just call him.."

"My love? Does that mean...."

"THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!!!"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met him yet. I introduce to you all: the strongest sorcerer of this era a.k.a. my super-awesome boyfriend:y/n l/n"

".......hi...."

"This guy is the strongest?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you? The only person who could be stronger than me is my boyfriend"

"No offense but....you look like dirt, when's the last time you slept?"

"Don't listen to her babe, she's just jealous I got a boyfriend before her, you're as handsome as always"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS"

"it's nice to meet you, l/n-sensei. I'm yuji itadori"

"Itadori? Oh, you're sukuna's vessel, aren't you? Satori told me about you"

"Yep, are you really stronger than gojo? I've seen what she can do and it seems hard that someone could top that"

"Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong, satori is extremely powerful. Her infinity and six eyes are nothing to take lightly...... but I'm stronger"

"Really?"

"I can confirm everything my love says, you know that weed I hollow purple'd yesterday?"

"The one me and todo fought?"

"Yep, well if y/n was there.....that curse would be history by now"

"Wow....he must be really strong"

"A curse you fought survived a hollow purple? That's not something you hear every day"

"It wasn't really a fight, plus the only reason it survived is because it barely dodged the hit. Don't worry if I see it again it won't end well for that asparagus"

"I hope to see it then, you know how much I love seeing you fight"

"Awww, the same goes for me, baby. I love seeing you absolutely destroy those curses"

You and the blindfolded woman kissed each other passionately as everyone else in the room slightly cringed at how lovey-dovey you were being

"Can you two get a room?"

You turned towards the voice just to see a familiar black haired boy that stayed mostly silent this whole time

"Oh. Hi megumi"

"Wait a minute, megumi, you know him?

"Yeah, him and gojo kinda raised me since I was little"

"......WHAAAAAAAAAAT?"

"Megumi's right, he's like our own son"

"Don't push it"

"YOU WERE RAISED BY THE 2 STRONGEST SORCERERS AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?"

"YEAH, YOU'RE WAY TOO SECRETIVE FUSHIGURO, WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING?"

You looked at the first years arguing and smiled slightly, remembering the days when you and satori were students too, but you got pulled out of your thoughts by your girlfriend wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"Sooooo I was thinking we should do a baseball match for this year's exchange event"

"Don't we usually do individual fights?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to change it up. Would you be so kind as to vote with me?"

"Yeah, sure, baseball sounds fun"

"Thank you handsome~. How about we go for dessert as thanks? There's this new bakery that opened up. Their cheesecake is to die for"

"That sounds amazing satori, I love you"

"Love you too so so much"

You two kissed again, after which the infinity user held your hand and started to walk away

"Wait, gojo, we need to discuss more things before you-

"Whaaaaaaaaaat? I can't hear you yaga,me and y/n are going out. Text me later if it's super important k?"

As you two walked out of the building, the others in the room sighed heavily

"How does he put up with her?"

"No idea"

[twstjam]

Unforeseen

HAHA it's not a Matcha fic if it isn't edited and posted at 2-3 AM amirite I don't know what this is I was just brainrotting about Malleyuu + Yuu and Sebek friendship + my take on post-NRC and this is what came out of it. I INITIALLY planned to only write the first and last parts but then my brain decided that it would be a good idea to come up with all the other shit in between and now this mess exists 👍 This also features a few theories and hcs based on Book 7 Chapter 4 lore, like how Malleus hatched and how Draconia babies are made. Summary: Sebek goes missing and with Malleus's first child with you on the way the prince is anxious about the affects of unexpected events on his family and the future.

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There aren't many things that can scare a dragon.

But then correspondence from Sebek's party stops, and Malleus swears his blood freezes.

He's sure he wears out the floor with his pacing, blood humming with restless surges of magic and throat hot with the urge to release fire as he waits with patience that wears thinner by the hour. Silver stands in the doorway, the disapproving gaze he'd imagine on his father reflected exactly on the guard's face as he tells Malleus to go to bed.

Malleus would laugh at the irony if he didn't instead begin to worry about the emptiness he'd leave next to his spouse if he remains awake until dawn again. Well, not that you'd be entirely alone.

Your arms are encircled around a massive black egg, held close to your chest like you used to do with the monster cat curled up against it. Grim rumbles like a motorboat, the only sound that remains when Malleus enters the bedroom and all conversation is halted.

You sit up, not without keeping some part of you touching the egg in some way, eyes alight with hope. Malleus's heart sinks at the way your expression falls at the frown he wears.

Referring to you and Sebek as "close" would be an understatement. Since your first day at the castle, the both of you have practically been attached at the hip, falling back into the familiar roles of your years together as students at Night Raven College. Malleus would call it an imitation of Sebek's excessive devotion to him back in those years if it weren't more personal; the two of you are often whispering secrets or nonsense, laughing, bantering, and smiling with each other despite your roles as guard and master. It's nothing like how Malleus is guarded and he sometimes finds himself feeling the ugly curl of envy at the thought.

Malleus can't fault Sebek for keeping his distance. He knows that his role as the future king forms a boundary between them that cannot and should not be crossed, but that doesn't mean that Malleus is any less upset about it.

Sebek isn't with you now though, and neither is he with Malleus, nor Silver. Malleus remembers a time like yesterday (at least to him) when Sebek would sob upon being torn from Malleus's side, but he recalls that on the day of the guard's departure, he had been insistent. Dedicated, as always, to anything and everything that would keep his lord and friend safe. You'd hugged him goodbye and waved him off cheerily, grin wide as you shouted at him to "Don't forget the souvenirs!"

"I'm doing reconnaissance, not going on a vacation," Sebek had groaned when you'd told him the same thing prior, shooting Silver a glare when the other man had muttered under his breath, "Seven knows you need one." He had redirected it, tired and pleading at Malleus when the prince had laughed.

(Malleus tries to remember what it was like; laughing. When he had lamented this aloud, you had called him a Drama Queen, but that doesn't mean you're any less worn with worry even if you don't share his admittedly exaggerated sentiment.)

"We should just go look for 'im!" Grim grouches, disguising his own worry behind drained patience at everyone's trepidation. He's practically your other half, (and more in tune with your feelings than Malleus is, he'd begrudgingly admit.) so he's as tied to Sebek as you are.

""We"?" Malleus questions sharply at your nod of agreement.

"The longer we go without a word from him the less I think I can wait, Tsuno," you plead. Malleus looks down at you understandingly, but his eyes are sad as he places a careful hand on the egg nestled in your arms. Guilt crosses your face, but the determination remains in your eyes.

"Stay with the egg," you tell him with finality, but if anyone can fight you on this it's Malleus.

"I care for Sebek, truly." Malleus cuts you off when you open your mouth to argue that I didn't say you don't— "But I will not risk the chance of our child growing without either of us by their side."

It's something that he has a firm stance on and you know that you can't ever argue with it, even if you're not willing to give up the vision in your mind of both Silver and Sebek also being by their side when they hatch. You curl up around the egg further, resigned, even as you murmur, "What do we do, then?"

"We wait," Malleus says, apologetic as he gathers his child, the love of his life, and their cherished animal companion in his arms. He curls his tail around them protectively despite his family being in the safety of his arms and his nest. He can feel Grim vibrating with unrelenting purrs against his chest, the furry little beast squishing his face against the egg as he kneads little biscuits over its curved surface. You settle with your head against Malleus's chest, dissatisfied but resigned.

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Malleus watches you shriek when you lay your eyes on Ace and Deuce right before you bowl them over to the floor in excitement and he knows he made the right call inviting them to the castle.

Few humans ever set foot on the castle floors, not many fae keen on just the idea of it, but Malleus is the future king and he can do whatever the Hell he wants and that includes letting your friends come over for a few days to cheer you up, traditions be damned.

With Ace and Deuce around, the castle is alive in a way it hasn't been in weeks. It's not just a product of their making but yours as well, the three of you along with Grim at your heels always up to something in the castle when you're all together. Malleus is more than happy to watch over the egg as you catch up with your friends, but that doesn't mean he's free from your attention any less.

"How much longer is it gonna take for it to hatch?" Ace says in both amazement and curiosity while Deuce tries to wrap his head around the concept of a magically conceived and hatched egg (It's not really that complicated. Malleus can't understand what might be so confusing about it.). They're both standing around the egg at a distance but still closer than anyone else you and Malleus have allowed in the unborn heir's presence.

(That is, if he doesn't count Silver and Sebek.)

"Like, half a year, or something like that." You tilt your head up at him for confirmation. "Right?"

"Indeed," Malleus crows proudly, hand smoothing over the egg's shell. Grim hops up onto Malleus's lap and rubs up against the egg, butting up into Malleus's palm when he raises it to pet him. You smile with excitement, lips pulled between your teeth as you hop in your seat across from them.

"I can't wait," you chirp, linking your arms with your friends' and bouncing them along with you. "You guys have to be there when it happens, so make sure you've got nothing going on."

"Oh, you bet," Ace laughs, eyes shining with mirroring eagerness.

"Are you kidding? Like we'd miss your kid being born! Uh.... hatched?" Deuce muses.

Malleus hums, pleased at their assent, hands cradling the egg's sides lovingly. Along with Ace and Deuce, you were also planning to invite your other old friends from NRC to witness the hatching, which Malleus had agreed to without missing a beat.

Though he hadn't even been a minute old, Malleus remembers his own hatching. He doesn't think he can ever forget it; the overbearing loneliness as he broke the shell and gazed into tearful red eyes. Despite the waves of love that had urged him to come out, the room had been so empty except for the fae that had coaxed him out of his eggshell.

Malleus doesn't wish for such an experience to ever be known to his children.

He knows the image you see in your head of your child's hatchday, can see you proudly presenting his heir to the eager eyes of your friends. He can see them all now, gathered around you with the privilege to lay eyes on the future ruler of Briar Valley before anyone else; Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho... and Sebek.

Malleus's fingers curl, claws lightly scraping against the shell of his child's egg.

Sebek will be there. He knows that you haven't given that up in your mind, and neither will he.

----

Malleus still remembers the day, a year or so ago, when the two of you had finally announced that an egg had been successfully conceived.

His grandmother was the first to come see it, of course. She had manifested, eyes wild and frantic, in a burst of green flames. She at least had had the decency to appear outside of his and your chambers instead of coming right in, but the moment Malleus opened the door to greet her she was brushing right past him.

It was the first time you and Malleus (and possibly anyone really) had seen Briar Queen Maleficia so emotional. You had awkwardly patted her back in an attempt to soothe her surging emotions, but it had instead gotten you pulled into a stifling hug that had you breathless. Malleus had watched with both amusement and tears in his eyes as his grandmother murmured "thank you"s to you over and over on repeat while you reached for him with your arms, silently begging for assistance.

After that, it was time to introduce the egg to the rest of his family.

Though it wasn't her egg, Maleficia had to be convinced to allow other people close to it, relenting with a pout. She remained in the room though, so when you had returned with Silver and Sebek in tow, her presence was the first thing that they registered. Sebek had gotten so caught up with stuttering formalities that he didn't even notice the egg for a full five minutes.

Everybody else in the room were already prepared for when he finally did, hands held over ears round and pointed alike as he screeched in surprise.

"An egg! You have an egg?!" he'd screamed in disbelief. You'd laughed as he grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you. "I'm not dreaming, am I?! Please tell me I'm not—!"

"You're not—!!!" you'd shouted, and the two of you had both shrieked with glee as Sebek picked you up and spun you around the air. He had chanted his congratulations while you vigorously repeated "Thank you!"s.

He had put you down awkwardly when he remembered again that Maleficia was in the room, clearing his throat and recollecting his composure while you continued to giggle. His joy was so infectious though that it even had Maleficia cracking a smile despite being in the face of some of her subjects.

"Do I not get a hug also?" Malleus had tried to be lighthearted but he couldn't help the pout on his face. Though he was reluctant and still alert to presence of the queen, Sebek had relented and given him the privilege. It wasn't anything like the hug he had given you, but it was meaningful and personal nonetheless. Silver had joined at Malleus's beckoning and the prince had held them both close, so many words of relief and gratitude going unspoken but communicated between the three of them nonetheless through one shared gesture.

Malleus had looked up at the quiet shuttering of a ghost camera and saw you show a polaroid to his grandmother with a proud grin.

"Could you perhaps make a duplicate of that for me?" she had mused.

----

Malleus is unsure if Ortho's surprise visit to the castle could be considered a pleasant one. Perhaps, if it were under different circumstances. Perhaps, if he had returned with Sebek and he wasn't practically painted with injuries.

Malleus was in the middle of his duties when he had found out. He had been discussing with the council the search itself for Sebek and his party when a member of the castle staff burst through the door and unceremoniously interrupted the meeting. They were quickly forgiven when they'd frantically informed him that Sir Zigvolt had finally returned.

Malleus had torn through the halls in a billow of black robes, legs carrying him thoughtlessly to his destination, eyes like green spotlights in the dimly-lit halls. The servants parted and made way for him wordlessly.

When he finally arrives, both you and Grim are already there, sitting by Sebek's bedside and on his lap respectively while Ortho hovers at his other side. Malleus is momentarily relieved that you'd been informed first, but then he sees the state Sebek is in and he's next to you in an instant.

Sebek's slit pupils dart to him for the briefest second before looking away with a grimace. He seems to sink further into the pillows cushioning his back at his sitting position, shame evident in his eyes and the way his lips are twisted in a way that morphs the cuts and bruises on his face.

"My liege—" he rasps, and the fire in Malleus's chest roars and pulls.

"Silence," he commands, a little too sharply and it aches how Sebek shrinks further into himself. Malleus sucks in a breath and forces himself to calm down. He sits down on the bed, holds out his hand, and speaks, softer this time, "Be still."

Sebek opens his mouth to retort but you shoot him a reprimanding look that has him going quiet again. Malleus notices how Sebek doesn't retreat from you and he feels that familiar pang of jealousy again.

Now is not the time for such trivial matters, boy. Your family is hurt. a voice chides him in his head. He holds his hand over Sebek's face, and though the halfling twitches slightly in discomfort, he closes his eyes to the warmth of Malleus's magic as his injuries begin to heal.

As Sebek relaxes, the tension easing further out of him as his pain fades away, Ortho begins to explain what had happened, how he had found Sebek, and why.

As it turns out, the treacherous group that Sebek's party was sent to observe was also being investigated by S.T.Y.X.. Sebek and his group had gotten ambsuhed and captured— At this, your hand tightens further around Sebek's much larger one. It draws Malleus's attention, and a low growl escapes him at the redness of iron burns peeking ever-so-slightly from beneath Sebek's sleeve.— and when Ortho had discovered this, he had gone in and rescued them as fast as he could. Sebek's injuries had been worse, apparently, and there was only so much Ortho could do with his built-in medical procedures in such a short amount of time.

The young humanoid seems to sag defeatedly at this, but you're quick to reassure him that "No, you did great. I mean it, Orr. Thank you."

Even Sebek had opened his eyes to shoot Ortho a reprimanding yet grateful look.

"I can confirm. I might not be here currently if it were not for your action, Ortho."

Ortho's eyes go wide at this and he scrubs at them with the heel of his palm as dribbles of liquid stain his cheeks.

"Y-You're going to activate my crying simulation again, Sebek!" he chokes out. He suddenly looks up, teary eyes meeting Malleus's, and Sebek looks like he wants to stop him from speaking but he's too late as Ortho blurts out, "I hope you are not disappointed in him, Malleus Draconia, though I don't think that you are! Regardless, you should know that Sebek was really cool, even though he was the one being rescued! He was suffering from severe iron burns and yet he stood up to the enemy captain anyway and bit his arm off when he tried to grab me! It was like he was the hero!"

An embarrassed blush spreads over Sebek's cheeks at Ortho's retelling, his flustered gaze suddenly finding interest in Grim's silky fur beneath his fingers. Despite his demeanor, his voice is as sure as ever as he says, "Well, of course I couldn't just stand there and let you be hurt after all the trouble you went through because of my blunder!"

At this statement, Malleus turns to him questioningly. "Sebek—"

"It was due to my shortcomings that we were captured, Lord Malleus," Sebek admits, shamefully and yet boldly as he looks up to finally meet his master's eyes. "It was my fault. The solution was so simple. If only I had...." Sebek's brow furrows in frustration, his fists clenching, the one holding your hand wrapping around your fingers fiercely. "If only I was—"

"Sebek," Malleus says, gently yet firmly, a mere mimicry of your reassuring tone, but it works to cut Sebek off before he begins his tangent. "That does not matter."

His hands draw downwards, brushing against yours before carefully wrapping around Sebek's wrists. Sebek inhales sharply at the sting of contact but eases again at the warmth of healing magic.

"What matters now is that everyone is safe. Is that you are safe. That you have returned to us."

He knows it's selfish. As prince, he knows it's unfair and unwise to be so forgiving of one of his guards' failures— A single wrong move could mean the downfall of the entire kingdom, after all— but Malleus finds that he doesn't care. He finds that, with Sebek back in the safety of the castle, with his family— All of his family— back in the safety of his arms, he doesn't care.

After weeks of worry and weariness and heavy thoughts of paranoia and doubt, Malleus for the first time feels a weight lift off his shoulders and it's like he can breathe again. He remembers again the feeling of relief.

Your hand that's not holding Sebek's reach for one of Malleus's. He accepts it gratefully, looking down to return your equally relieved smile, but when he meets your eyes, the expression on your face is not what he expects.

Instead of warmth, instead of anxiety flooding out of you and tears gathering in your eyes, your expression is cold and detached; eyes distant, lips pulled firmly into a thin line, and brows fighting to not draw down in what he knows would be the most fearsome glare he's ever seen in his years of living.

There aren't many things that can scare a dragon, but right now, as he watches you, the barely-restrained fury on your face  and the chilling desire for damnation in your eyes, Malleus feels the fire in his chest snuff out, retreating to make way for the real beast.

[reorientation]

zyn anon. again. lol

straight boy keeps joking that he got me addicted to his cock and he's pretty much right. i keep hooking up with him. its kind of cute, honestly. the first few times we hooked up he would apologize most of the time if he misgendered me, but now he doesn't. if anything he doubled down. i heard him bragging to his friends during a game about how he took a girls virginity in exchange for zyns, and "now shes over all the time". i don't think he knew i was awake either. i think he really likes that hes my first and only lol he's wo possessive about it

honestly i still get a little dysphoric over the whole thing but im getting more comfortable with the idea of legit becoming an actual girl for him. im doing more things to feminize myself around him and also in my day to day life. everything short of stopping T since thats kinda being used as primary birth control lol. which I know isnt foolproof. he wears condoms sometimes but pulls out the rest mostly.

but omg so maybe the third or forth time we had sex he finished in me after i begged him to (i wasn't thinking straight lmao) and fuuuckk it was so intense for the both of us. feeling him grind all the way in me as he came was incredible. he basically pinned me under him as he came, it was like he wanted to get as deep as he could. it did freak me out after though so now we're more careful but he wants me to go on birth control. he said hes gonna stop pulling out eventually, and birth control would be cheaper than daily plan B, and cheaper than a baby. im looking into getting an iud lmao. might even stop t after that. pregnancy scares me and i dont necessarily want to carry his baby after only fucking him for three weeks but god the idea is still really hot. he joked about baby trapping me yesterday and i had to pretend like it didn't make me soaked. its not even just a horny thought I get over after i cum anymore, becoming a girl for him is becoming more and more appealing

(Previously)

God, you're fucking cute, Anon. You don't necessarily want to have your nicotine "dealer's" baby after fucking him for a few weeks? A girl who wasn't made to be a breeding whore would put it in stronger terms - or at least not beg him for his cum in her unprotected pussy.

Still, as incredibly lame as your boyfriend's little drug empire is, I do have to commend him a little: he seems to know how to handle a girl like you. Just telling you that he's going to stop wearing a condom or pulling out, and letting you quiver and drip with the knowledge of what that would mean if you aren't careful, is both a good move and very funny. If you aren't going to get yourself knocked up, try out a hormonal IUD - I think it'd be good for you to get a little extra dose of female hormones, as you switch over to a new form of testosterone injections.

It's also really cute that you "still get a little dysphoric about the whole thing", because this is one of the clearest cases I've seen of a girl being desperate to be "persuaded" to "give up" her boy disguise. Come on, little lady. You showed him your pussy to be allowed to blow him for a discount, you spread your legs for the first time for him, and now a few weeks later you're only still on T because you can't stop yourself from taking his cum. You couldn't be throwing yourself at femininity much harder without putting on a pink floofy dress and batting your eyelashes at him.

Well, maybe that's up next. It's been a strong start, but you've still got room to grow. (And if you don't get that IUD quickly, you'll be growing sooner rather than later.)

[thoutisashark]

WOAHHHHHHH

I just saw your writing

YOU'RE SO COOL!!

YOUR WRITING IS SO COOL!!

SO I'M REQUESTING!

Could u also do accidental courtship for the Diasomnia boys too?

PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

Especially Lilia, pls!

yes of course :)

Accidental Courtship PT2

part 1 was about the beast-men and merfolk

this part will be about the Fae and Diasomnia dorm

this is part 1

this took so long to type becuase im not able to use my pointer finger, i tore my nail in half and have to wear a bandaid that limits the mobility of my finger.

sorry this took so long, and that its been a long time since i published anything, ive been pretty busy

ALSO Im aware that Silver and Sebek aren't Fae, BUT im just having fun, and i feel like because they are always around fae they would pick up on the habits and culture

so this part will contain......

Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, i cant write silver im sorry :(

so merfolk were stones

beast men was licking/grooming

so the Fae and Diasomnia boys can be... biting? idk like vampires lol.

Malleus:

your gorgeous, handsome, hoy, pretty, socially awkward boyfriend was a Fae, when you first started dating he asked you how much you knew about the Fae, you told him the stories and myths, about how the Fae are mischievous, and lots of times evil, stealing names and lives, he was shocked, and he told you about real Fae culture, he was mostly telling you about holidays, celebrations, and way of life, he conveniently forgot to mention the fact that biting (a common form of cute aggression and a love language) was a proposal of marriage in Fae tradition.

You burst into your boyfriends room, slamming the door shut behind you, he was sitting a dark green fancy chair reading, he looked up at you and smiled, he set his book down and patted his lap, you sprinted over, jumping and launching yourself at him, the energy was unexpected but he was able to catch you easily, you sat on his lap and hugged him, your face nuzzled into his neck

"are you ok my love? you seem... ecstatic"

you told him about your day and how you saw the cutest cat, and how you wanted to adopt it

"i shall get you a cat if you wish" he responded, a look of determination dawned his features

you laughed at his response, you called him cute before biting on his neck gentlely

he stopped breathing for a moment, looking at you in shock "is that all i had to do? offer to get you a cat? we've been together for a a little less than a year, are you sure? im exited, i truly am, but i feel it is to early on for us to marry"

you looked up at him confussed and asked what he was talking about

"r-remember? when i told you about our fae traditions? biting is a proposal?- oh i didnt tell you that part?" he chuckles softly, he brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead softly "sorry you dear, i got the wrong idea about your intentions, but... even so, don't be suprised if i bite you back on day"

Sebek:

you were in the ramshackle dorm, reading a book you had borrowed from the library, you didn't realize at the time but it was due yesterday, meaning you had an overdue library book, and your boyfriend, for some reason, liked to memorize the due date of your books, homework, assignments, etc. so he could make sure you got everything done on time.

there was a firm knock on the door, you called for them to enter and Sebek walked in, he looked at the book in your hands before frowning at you

"wasn't that book due yesterday" he asked, crossing his arms stepping closer to you

"was it?" you responded checking the stamp at the front "hm well damn, it was" you laughed slighly at your mistake

Sebek however, didnt find this funny, he snatched your book away turning around "im returning this"

"im not done reading it though" you jumped onto his back and reached for the book, he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance, he extanded his arm, furthering the book from your grasp, you bit down on his shoulder.

he spun around, forget you were on his back and not on the ground, causing you to almost get flung off, you instintuly bit diown harder, drawing a slight whimper from Sebek "y-y/n, i-i cant, we are so young, a-and you havent met my family, andiloveyoubutimnotreadyformarriage (i love you but im not ready for marriage)

you let go of him, looking at him confused "tf you mean marriage? are you high?"

"y-you bite me! for the Fae's thats a proposal"

"...oh"

"..."

"you aren't a Fae though?"

"oh.... right"

"DID YOU FORGET?" you burst out laughing

Lilia:

he assumed you didn't know Fae customs, your a human from another world, however, when he felt you teeth scrape against his neck he forgot all of that, he was on one knee in a fucking instant

"you want to marry me hmm? you young people and your forwardness" he seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside he was melting, he loved you more than words could ever describe,. when he saw you confused expression his heart sank, his smirk wavered for a moment before returning, weaker than before,

"ah I suppose you dont know, for Fae, you just asked me to marry you" he watched as your face heated up, flushing with red, he patted your head as you apologized for the mix up. he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on your neck, he kissed you softly, before opening his mouth and pressing his small, but sharp fangs against your skin, he bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you flinch

"wether you say yes or not is up to you, but the offer is always there" before you could say anything he was gone

sorry that lilias was short, im not the best at writing him...

hope you enjoyed!

requests are open!

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Yesterday, someone wearing the kippah and a black tuxedo came to our office to teach us a software. He looked like a computer engineer rabbi, it was rad.

It was the first time I saw someone so visibly jewish in a non-jewish professional setting. I was worried that he would not be treated well. I was surprised. Three different persons asked him if he wanted coffee. One of my colleagues was exatic of seeing him for the first time for real instead of over the phone. She was so happy to see him it seemed to warm his heart. At the end we all thanked him and he whispered, "It's always a pleasure to come here". As he went into the corridor to retrieve his stuff, people started saying how nice he was and how good a teacher he was, I think and hope he heard all that. I was worried someone would mention the obvious and say something weird, but it literally never came up.

My colleagues aren't weird about Jews, hoorray! Jokes aside, I feel safer now. I hope this guy who was genuinely such a good teacher by the way, had a great time.

Thought I shared cause we need positive anecdotes as well in the sea of antisemitism these days.

Have a great day! Shabbat Shalom!

Honestly, it's always so nice when people are just... normal, so I understand why that's got you feeling that way!

(And honestly, my favorite thing to do is to "subtly" make it easy for people to eavesdrop on me complimenting them to someone... something about it feels like they might take it more genuinely because they "weren't" supposed to know about how good a person they are. I totally get why you'd hope he'd've heard that!)

Good shabbos, anon, thanks for sharing <3

[corruptedcaps]

Eco Warrior

I can't believe the nerve of those corporate jerks! All we were doing was peacefully protesting their evil company and they threw this gross sticky chemical stuff all over me! I should wash it off but I need the evidence for when I go to the cops tomorrow. It's infuriating how they think they can just silence us like that. But you know what? This won't stop me. I'll fight even harder now. We're in this together, and we're going to make sure they're held accountable for the damage they've done to people and the environment.

Change of plans with going to the cops, I woke up to find the chemicals had soaked into my skin. They haven’t left any evidence in me. I guess I should be thankfully. Although I think they may have contributed to this tan I have now. But that's not the point right now. I need to focus on getting to the new protest today. We can't let their tactics deter us. We have to keep standing up against their injustices and fighting for what's right. Let's get out there and make our voices heard again.

You won't believe how well the protest went today. Our voices were louder than ever, and it felt like a turning point. But here's the craziest part – those corporate guys actually came over to apologize for splashing me with chemicals! Can you believe that? They said it was a mistake and that they want to make amends. They even offered me a role as a protest liaison within their company. It's wild, right? I'm torn though. Part of me wants to take the chance to make change from the inside, but another part worries it might just be a ploy. What do you think babe?

So, I just got back from my first day as a protest liaison, and I'm kind of surprised. The corporation is actually really nice, and they went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They even gave me a bunch of free makeup, creams, and lotions to try, as a way to show their products aren't harmful. I've already put some on, and I have to admit, they feel pretty good. They make my body tingle all over, especially my boobs. Bigger? No I don’t so. It's probably just the outfit I'm wearing today. I think you just like what you see, mmmm come closer baby.

It's frustrating to deal with some of my protestor friends calling me a scab and a corporate shill just because I'm working with the corporation now. I have no sympathy for their attitude. If they can't see that I'm trying to make a positive change from within, then that's their problem. Honestly, it feels like jealousy more than anything. I mean, the corporation even gave me a raise already and has let me use all their products for free. That must mean I'm doing something they value. Plus I’m sure it doesn’t help that I look so much better then them now as well. The company’s products really are like magic. Mmmm all this talk of how good I look I’d getting me in the mood, take off your pants.

Like my new car? My company bought it for me for doing such a good job. Protest liaison? No they’ve moved me into marketing and sales where I’m excelling. It helps that I’m a walking billboard for them. As for the protest, honestly, I don't really care about it anymore. Things change, priorities shift. This is where I am now, and I've got better things to focus on than those who still think shouting on the streets will make a difference. It's all about playing the game right, and clearly, I'm winning. So, if you'll excuse me, I've got more important matters to attend to than the past.

Ugh, those protestors are getting on my nerves. Yesterday, they nearly ruined my new fur coat as I was walking into work. Can you believe their audacity? Pathetic losers, the lot of them. I need to find some muscle to deal with them, get them out of my way once and for all. It's like they're stuck in a never-ending cycle of futile resistance. Well, I won't let them stand in my way or mess with what I've built. I am vice president now after all, I deserve respect. Time to take control and show them the real power of influence.

Oh, look at you now. Splashing you with those chemicals did wonders, didn't it? Just like they did to me. Of course at first I had no idea the chemicals were changing me into the mega bitch you see before you but once I realized what my companies products were doing to me, I couldn’t get enough. It’s so hawt to see the concentrated formula change you so quickly. You've become quite the imposing figure, muscular and mean. It's good to see loyalty in action. From now on, you're my enforcer. Those protestors won't stand a chance with you by my side. Let's make sure they understand that challenging me comes at a price. Together, we'll show them what happens when they fuck with me.

You know what? It turns out, it was a much better plan to turn those protestors into my new executive board. All it took was a little splash of those chemicals, and their loyalty was sealed. With them backing me, it was easy to ascended to the position of CEO. Funny how things work out, isn't it? They thought they were fighting against me, but now they're working for me. It's a powerful reminder that sometimes, the best way to bring about change is from the inside. And now, I've got the influence and control I've always wanted. Make less products? No dear we’re doubling our output now, I want an army.

[vin-taege]

Neko

Summary: You introduce Chishiya to a cute cat-collector game despite him insisting that he wouldn't like it.

Genre: fluff, post-borderlands

Pairing: reader x chishiya

Words: 800+

Note: This is totally self-indulgent after the last mega angst fic lmao

"What's the point of that?"

Chishiya stared at your phone, the screen lit up by a bright cartoon background and cats lounging on the toys you've set out.

"They're my friends and I love them," you hummed, eyes fixated on the screen. You tapped on a white cat—Snowball—to take a picture of him.

"It isn't the most..." Chishiya paused, trying to find the word he deemed most appropriate. "... riveting gameplay."

"Well, it's not supposed to be riveting," you replied, exiting the app and shutting your phone off. You took a sip of coffee before continuing, "It's just something that relaxes me."

You expected him to tease you in his usual sarcastic way, but to your surprise, he lifted his chair and scooted it closer to yours. "How does it work again?"

He didn't want to concern himself with such childish things-he thought they were pointless and a waste of time. But the way your eyes lit up each time you opened the app made him want to know more about this. It felt like getting to know you more by association.

"You just leave food out like this," you said, turning your phone back on to demonstrate. "Exit the app then after a few minutes, some cats will come."

You turned the phone towards him to show the current state of your yard. Though he didn't show it, Chishiya was actually a bit impressed. There was a giant cat tower in the middle, surrounded by smaller toys like a dainty glass vase and an opened treasure chest. You pointed to a black cat with white markings, busying itself with a red ball. "This is Gabriel. He gave me a raffle ticket yesterday."

Chishiya gently took your phone, pupils seemingly dilating. You watched him poke around the cats to read their names and descriptions, his poker face unmoving. You chuckled lightly, leaning towards him so you can brush some of the bleach-blond hair back.

"You could get this on your phone, you know," your fingers combed at the loose strands. You gathered them into a tiny ponytail before securing them with a hair tie. "It can help you feel less lonely during long shifts."

He quirked an eyebrow in question.

"You know, since you'll have some kitties waiting for you when you get back."

He smirked, handing you back the phone. "What a silly thought," he murmured against your cheek. With one hand, he turned your face slightly so his lips could meet the softness of your skin.

"You love my silly thoughts," you brought your hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Your lips connected with a soft kiss, and you could feel him grinning against you.

"I suppose so," he teased.

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

Chishiya munched on some biscuits, content with the silence of his office. He was relieved to have caught a break, especially since it looks like he'll be on call until well past midnight. He had already texted you to sleep without him, but he knew you'd stubbornly stay up for his arrival.

He decided he'd finally had enough of looking through the mountain of reports sitting on his desk. His eyes drifted to a framed picture of you two instead. You were wearing a lilac sundress, a huge smile plastered on your face. Next to you, Chishiya sported a white sweater covering the hem of his beige slacks. A red plaid blanket was sprawled underneath you, weighed down by snacks, a wicker basket, and a chessboard.

He grinned to himself, reminiscing that day. It made him miss you more, made his heart hurt because he couldn't come home earlier. Sighing, he brought his phone out, scrolling until he found an icon of a white cat.

The chirpy background music greeted him, alongside a morbidly obese feline lounging by the food bowl. His eyebrows raised in surprise—his first time encountering this specific cat.

"Well aren't you a greedy one."

He wouldn't be caught dead checking out this game. But god, he just missed you so much and maybe you were right—he did feel just a little bit lonely.

Still, he'd never admit that to anyone, not even to himself. In his mind, he's only playing this game to understand you better. Psychoanalysis—not because he genuinely enjoyed a silly game with silly cats.

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

"Nice," he muttered to himself. It was three in the morning, and you were sleeping soundly next to him. On the other hand, Chishiya was sitting against his pillows, face illuminated by his phone.

Tubbs—the obese cat he definitely did not learn the name of—had finally given him a memento. That fat bastard made him wait a month.

"Chish?" You stirred next to him, eyes squinting at the faint light. Your voice was groggy, mind still hazy from your sleep. "What are you doing up?"

"Nothing, love. Let's go back to sleep." He quickly turned his phone off, getting back under the covers to wrap his arms around you.

"Were you playing Neko Atsume?" you sleepily mumbled into his chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

[desi2go]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟑

part 1 part 2 part 3

pairing: werewolf!lee know x reader

Warning: fluff, werewolf au/soulmate au

How ironic was it? You always thought that Minho was cold, not even having any emotions, and extremely grumpy. But after he brought you home, you wasn't sure anymore. Well, he could have just let you walk through the cold rain but he ran to you and helped you not getting completely soaked. He even gave you his jacket.

It seemed like he cared. He does have emotions but he just doesn't show them to everyone. And that made it even more precious to you that he showed you that side.

The next day after Minho had brought you to your home, you wanted to finish the project because you must present your results on monday. You contacted him via his number he gave you in the library. Since it was weekend, you two decided to meet at a local café in the afternoon and not in the college.

Honestly, you were a little bit nervous to meet him there. Would it look like a date? What should you wear?

An hour later, you arrived at the small café and saw Minho already sitting at a table. With a shy smile you approached him and sat in front of him. His facial expressions cold like always. Maybe you were wrong and he was indeed always closed off. But yesterday he was so caring for you. Maybe you just need to patient.

While Minho had his expression under control, in him was a storm. Since you walked in with that cute smile, his inner wolf acted crazy. It drove him insane. And gosh. You were so pretty in your common look, a sweater and black jeans.

His wolf wanted to appear on the surface and he did everything he could to stop him. Just this one meeting with you and then he could hold his distance again. Before he couldn't hold himself back to fall for you.

"Shall we start?" You said and he just nodded, opening his books.

....

After hours of silently working next to eachother, only talking a small amount, it was finally done. You just need to present it and then you were done.

Minho confused you.

During the whole time he was distant and only spoke when he must. But you saw that sometimes his eyes turned a little bit brighter and his expressions softened only to become cold once again. It seemed like he was in an inner conflict.

You packed everything back into your backpack and payed for your coffee that you drank during your time there. It was already dark outside, so you wanted to get home as soon as you could. You said goodbye to each other and started your walk home.

You were nearly home when you saw two men coming towards you. You held your head down and sped up. As you went past them, you could feel their eyes on you and one calls out to you. "Hey Sweetie, wanna join us?"

The other one laughs and yor breath hitches. You nearly ran away from them but you heard their fast footsteps behind you. "Why are you running away, darling? Don't you wanna have some fun?" They said and cornered you.

You tried to flee but there was no chance. You shook as you heard another person coming in your direction.

"Leave her alone." A low voice growled animalistic. Literally. Like a wolf or a dog. At first you didn't remember his voice. But as his face was lighted by the streetlight, you didn't believe your eyes. It was Minho.

His eyes seemed bright. The brown colour was now golden, you could swear. But maybe it was just the bad light and the fear to see things that aren't reality.

"Yeah? And what are you? Her saviour in shining armour?" One of these men joked and turned to you again. His smell reached your nose and you scrunched it because his breath smelled like alcohol.

"I said. Let her alone now" Minho snarled with a calm voice but there was definitely a threat behind it.

As the man wanted to touch your hair, Minho grabbed his hand at a unnatural pace and turned it hurtful. Minho punched him in the face and let him stumble backwards. Both men didn't risk anything and ran away staggering.

Immediately, Minho turned to you. A careful look on his face as he searched for any wounds. Just then your legs gave out and you sank together.

He was already by your side and let you bury your head against his chest while the tears wet his sweater. "It's okay, y/n. I'm here. I'll protect you" he mumbled.

Fortunately, he had found you. After leaving the café, his inner wolf was nervous. He didn't want to leave your side. It was hard to control it, especially when the full moon was this week and his wolf became stronger and stronger these days.

After five minutes, his wolf side went suddenly berserk. Without knowing he swirled around and ran in the direction where your apartment was.

As he saw you in that corner with these two idiots nearly all over you. Something in him switched. Maybe it was his mate bond but a possessiveness took over and the sudden urge to protect you.

He closed his arms around you and he layed his head on top of yours while instinctively rubbing his chin over it. Without even noticing, he scented you not only to leave his smell on you so that every other wolf knew that you belonged to him but also to calm himself and his inner wolf.

He wouldn't believe it but he heard his inner wolf purr at the physical touch with his mate. He never purred before.

After some time, you calmed down. "Come, Y/n. I bring you home" he said and helped you up. It was only a two minutes walk where both of you were silent. You still tried to process what just happened and Minho could literally see your thoughts swirling in your head. But he didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt you.

In front of your door, he stopped. " Thanks Minho. You saved me from these guys. I owe you something" you said while your voice was still sore from all the crying. "It's alright Y/n. Rest well." He reassured and said goodbye.

....

Since that day, Minho was always on your mind. You wanted to thank him for saving you from these crazy boys. So, after a successful presentation, you asked him if you could buy him lunch this evening.

Minho didn't expect that. He still doesn't want you as a mate. That wouldn't change. Right? He tried to find a lame excuse but you managed to get him agreeing.

The rest of his day, he was nervous. Constantly thinking about your meal together after his last class at 4:30 pm.

You already waited for him outside the classroom, talking to a guy he often saw you with. And then it hit him. Maybe you had a boyfriend. That never came up to his mind. Was that your boyfriend?

But the more important question was: why didn't he like this thought of you being in love? He wasn't interested in you. Yeah, you were a simple friend, a normal classmate and nothing more. Even if you were his mate. He doesn't need you.

As you saw Minho walking towards you, you bid goodbye to the other boy and smiled at the wolf in front of you. "Your boyfriend?" He asked with knitted brows and cold expressions on his face. You snorted and your smile grew wider.

"No, ew. He is like a brother to me".

He exhaled the air he didn't notice he held. "Alright. What do you want to eat?"

He didn't need to think about that. There was that beautiful restaurant near the campus where the food was great. With his pack, he ate there every once in a while.

So, he guided you to that restaurant. During your walk, you didn't talk that much but it was a comfortable silence between you. You just enjoyed each others presence.

He held the door open for you and followed you to a table for two. He already knew what he wanted to eat, so he could admire his view. You being the view.

Your hair was messy like always after long classes but it was rather sweet. They looked just puffy and like they couldn't be tamed. Like you, he thought.

As the waiter took your orders, you two held an easy conversation and chatted about everything and anything. It was like Minho was the same man in the rain or on the street that evening. There was the loving and caring side of him but also the cold one where he would hide his emotions behind a facade. You liked both sides. Both of them belonged to him and made him so much more interesting and individual.

And you loved every smile that he gave you. When you told him something funny about your childhood, he giggled and you liked that sound. It made you fell safe. Like coming home. And that confused you. You barely knew him but it felt like you two have known each other for over a decade.

....

The dinner was perfect and he walked you home. You were still angry at him because he didn't let you pay for it. It should be a 'thank you' for him but instead he pulled his card out and gave it to the waiter before you even noticed that the waiter came to you. Of course you felt bad because you were supposed to pay for it.

But he was stubborn. Even after he paid, you wanted to give him the money he spend but he refused with a small smirk and you pouting.

You talked so much in that time and you only realised once more that you liked Minho. With every second he was with you, you admired him more and more. You didn't want to admit it but maybe, just maybe, you had a little crush on that sweet boy next to you.

The walk back to your apartment was short, to short for your liking and soon you two stood in front of your door. Nervous, you played with your fingers. You didn't know what to say. Should you invite him in? No, that was too much. You just kept looking at him and he kept looking at you.

His eyes wandered all around your face, once in a while stopping at your mouth but only for a second or two. Without even noticing he slowly leaned forward, hypnotized by how you wet your lips with your tongue.

Your eyes were on his perfect lips and you also reduced the small distance between you. Your breath hitched and you already felt his warm breath on your lips.

You overcame the last few centimetres that separated you from each other and crashed your lips against his. Slowly, you moved your lips in a rhythm and you slipped a hand into Minho's soft hair, pushing you two more together.

In that moment, Minho felt just joy and desire for you. You were just a girl and he a simple boy that fell for you. Without a mate bond and being a werewolf. Your smell was wrapped around him, making him wanting to smell nothing but you, just you. He leaned more into your passionate kiss, turning it into a heated one.

His inner wolf purred because he loved to be this intimate with his mate. It was like pure heaven.

But suddenly everything came back all at once. You weren't just a girl, no, you were his mate. The mate that he never wanted. He hated you. He was just attracted to you because of the mate bond. Yes, that was it. Nothing more.

He pulled back harshly, making you stumble before you catched yourself. You looked confused at the boy in front of you while you still tried to catch your breath. The loving expression was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was that cold one again. The walls that you started to torn down where already pulled up once more.

" Minho, is everything alright?" You asked with a thin voice. "Yeah, no. I-uhm. I will go home now" He said uninterested like you didn't kiss a few seconds ago. You already expected a rejection because of his facial expressions afterwards but really hearing it pained your heart.

Yet, he was nearly running away from you. "Minho!" You yelled and followed him. "I'm so sorry that I kissed you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

He kept avoiding your gaze and just nodded before he continued to walk away, leaving you at your porch.

...

Fuck. He fucked up royally. He should have himself under control. That kiss was something that should not have happened. Now it will be even more difficult to ignore and avoid you. He opens the door to the pack house and slammed it shut behind him.

As he walked through the living room to walk up the stairs to his room, he was stopped by Han.

"And? How was your first date with Y/n?" Han asked as he wiggled with his eyebrows. "It wasn't a date, Han. She just thanked me for helping her"

"Definitely. Come on, did you kiss?"

"How comes that you even know about our meeting?" Minho snarled as he wanted to change the topic.

"Well, I saw you walking away with her. Like a lovesick puppy following his owner" Han answered, ignoring the annoyed tone of his best friend.

"I'm not a lovesick puppy!" Minho called out. He just felt emotionally drained and wanted nothing more than this day to be over.

"Yeah, anyway. Did you kiss?" His best friend asked once again. Apparently Minho found his fingers way more interesting than Han.

Immediately, Han knew what was going on. "You really kissed her! I'm so happy for you" He grinned widely but stopped as he saw his unhappy expressions.

"Minho, isn't that a good thing? Are you not happy?"

"No! Obliviously not! I don't like her. It's just because of the bond that I fell a pull towards her." The wolf shouted and sat on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"Is that really the reason why you deny it? You think it's only the mate bond?"

"Of course it is!"

Han sighed and shook his head. His best friend can be so stubborn sometimes.

....

The following days, Minho avoided you. Wherever you are he would bring so much distance between you as possible. In class, he sat on the other corner of the room and as soon as the class was over, he stormed out without looking back.

It hurt you, definitely. Maybe you shouldn't have kissed him. It was a terrible idea. Maybe it was too soon for bringing this intimacy in your relationship. It definitely wasn't your intention to chase him away. It just felt right in that moment and now you couldn't believe how dumb you were. He just saw you as a friend and you interpreted it terribly wrong.You are ashamed from your own actions.

And the worst is that you don't know how you should interact with him now.

....

You just checked where your next class was, when you suddenly bumped into someone. You quickly apologised and collected the papers from the ground that must have fallen down.

"I'm so sorry. I-" you stopped mid sentence as you realised who you walked into.

"Minho..."

His expressions cold as always. "It's okay Y/n"

He said calmly as he already turned around to leave. You grabbed his his jacket lightly before he could leave. "I'm sorry. For the kiss. I shouldn't have done it. It wasn't my intention to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable"

"It's okay Y/n" he said again. As if there wasn't that big silence between you. Like it was a completely normal talk between classes.

You nodded and let go of his jacket. "I-uhm I need to go to my next class. So bye" you answered quickly and ran to the next classroom.

Minho just watched you leave. His inner wolf growled at him for ignoring his mate that way. But he couldn't care less. The less you were around him the better. The better he could force himself not to like you.

Weeks passed like that. Just small conversations here and there. You realised that you need to forget about your feelings for him. Shutting them out and throw away the key. In the meantime you met new friends in college.

Weeks ago you had met Wooyoung in the library. You will never forget how he just placed himself next to and gave you the biggest smile you had ever seen. He introduced himself as Wooyoung and immediately started talking about his homeworks. You just smiled while focusing back on your book. Since then, he literally followed you everywhere just like a sweet, but confident, puppy with so much energy. But you liked it.

One day, he introduced you to his friend group and now they seem to have adopted you. They were like one big family and chaotic as hell. You loved their silly nature.

Still, you spend the most time with Woo as he was like a best friend to you. At first, his love giving character scared you but you became used to the man that was literally glued to your hip.

Minho on the other hand didn't like your relationship with that boy. He and his friends were another bunch of werewolves and hated that Wooyoung was so clingy. Whenever Minho was in your near, your smell was almost completely suppressed by the other wolf's scent. It drove him insane.

His instincts nearly forced him to bring you closer to him, scent you and to mark you as his. But that would mean that he would accept you as mate.

After the mark, that would forever be on your skin, you two were bound together till death. It's like a marriage but it lasts for the eternity.

...

Right now, you sat on you favourite place in the library with Woo glued to your side while you studied for the upcoming exam. You just smiled as he cuddled closer to you, leaning his head on your should.

"What's up with that guy?" He said as he looked around. You looked up and Woo nodded to the left where Minho read calmly in a book.

"Oh, that's Lee Minho. You might know him. We have some classes together. Why?" You asked and turned your attention back to your work.

Woo moved closer to your ear. "Because he keeps staring at us. And doesn't look like he enjoyed his view." "Really?" You questioned and knitted your brows.

"Would looks kill then I will be six feet under right know. I think he is jealous" Woo stated and that confused you more.

"Why should he be jealous?" You spoke your thoughts out loud while glancing to the left.

"We'll see" Before you could ask what Wooyoung meant with that he placed his lips against your cheek and kissed it. Instantly, you turned red with wide eyes. But Woo just smirked and watched Minho's reaction.

Minho clenched his fists. It should be him next to you. Him. Not that puppy that touched something that isn't his. Minho swallowed a snarl and quickly packed all his things to sprint out of the library. His inner wolf was wild.

He couldn't spend any more seconds in that hell. He felt sick. Why did he push you away that night? Why? Just because he was afraid that you just loved him because of the bond? Yeah he was dump back then. But now Wooyoung replaced him, just because he neglected you. And the worst thing is that he couldn't blame you. He himself would have given up a long time ago.

...

"He definitely is jealous, sweetie." Woo stated with a smirk. "Yeah and extremely angry. I should look after him" You said and ran after him. "Go get him, sweetie!" Your best friend yelled and laughed. Instantly, he was scolded for being too loud.

You sprinted through the hallway and kept looking for the man you loved.

And there he was, walking with hastily steps to the entrance. "Minho!" You yelled and catched up to him. Your breath was uneven from not being used to running. Maybe you should go to the gym more. You placed your hand on his arm to get him to stop. His whole body was tense and in his eyes was that storm and fire but also hurt.

"Minho I-" Before you could even finish that sentence he cupped your cheeks with his warm hands and pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was hard and full of unspoken feelings. Your hands sneaked around his waist to pull him even closer.

After some time you broke your kiss to breath again. He layed his forehead against yours and looked you deep into the eyes while his brown hair tickled you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry that I didn't realised it before" He whispered against your lips and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

"It's okay" You said and leaned in to get another kiss.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

I got a dialogue!

I imagine it for Bill, but if it helps, you can use it for Charlie, too, I think.

So Bill always works late, he and reader don't get to spend that much time together. She is not mad about it because it's his job and she is happy he's doing what he likes, you know.

But one evening, he misses anniversary dinner/birthday and finds the reader sleeping on the couch. She again doesn't mind, but he wants to make it up for it and the next day he surprises her. (?)

Maybe? Hope you like it😅❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg yes! this is so cute! ❤️❤️

Bill sighed tiredly as he apparated in front of your shared flat. He knew he was late. Later than usual. He opened the door and walked inside as he heard soft music playing. He saw the table in the dining room still set and the candles halfway gone and he felt his heart shatter. It was today. He had missed your anniversary. He walked into the living room and felt like crying when he saw you were asleep on the couch. Still dressed, shoes gone. He slowly walked over to you and sat beside you, brushing a hand through your hair.

"Hey" you said, opening your eyes and smiling up at him. "You're home" you said, slowly sitting up. "How was your day, love?"

"I am so sorry, darling" was the first thing that he said.

"What for?" you frowned.

"I missed our anniversary dinner" he said. "And I know I've been coming home so late these past few weeks and-"

"Love, it's okay" you tried to assure him as you leaned in for a kiss.

"It's not" he insisted. "You went through all this trouble and I'm a prick!"

"Bill, you're not a prick" you told him.

"Yes, I am" he pouted.

"No, you're not!"

"How are you so understanding about this?"

"Do you want me to yell at you and tell you to sleep on the sofa?"

"Well... I would deserve it!"

"No, you don't" you chuckled. "Honey, I know you're upset-"

"Why aren't you upset?" he frowned.

"You were working. It's not like you blew me off for some other plans" you told him. "Plus, you do a million things for me. You got me flowers just this morning! I just wanted to do something nice for you" you yawned. "But, to be completely honest, I'm not sure how good it turned out. I shouldn't really be allowed in our kitchen-"

Bill cut you off by pulling you to him and kissing you deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he felt your wrapping around his neck and bringing him closer.

"I love you so much" he whispered.

"I love you too" you said, kissing him again. "You know, technically, our anniversary still isn't over" you smiled at him.

"I love you" he said, getting up and bringing you with him. "So fucking much" he said, kissing you as he led you to your bedroom.

The next day, you woke up when Bill came into your room with a tray of breakfast in his hands.

"Good morning, darling" he smiled, sitting down next to you.

"Love" you smiled, sitting up, still wearing his shirt. "What's all this?" you asked, grabbing the cup of coffee.

"This is me trying to make up for being late yesterday" he said as you took a sip before you placed the mug on your nightstand.

"Sweetheart, you made up for it plenty last night" you smirked before kissing him.

"Well, still" he smiled. "I also managed to get today off and I know is your day off so-"

"You're off today?" you asked excitedly. You couldn't remember when was the last time Bill got a day off.

"I am" he said, placing the food on the floor before he came back to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "So, you're mine all day" he smirked before kissing you again. "If I am forgiven, that is" he said.

"Bill, I was never mad at you" you chuckled.

"You should have been. You're too good for me, love" he insisted.

"Says the man who just brought me breakfast in bed" you smirked, kissing him again. "You're spoiling me, Weasley" you told him.

"That's my favorite job in the world!"

[mimpinightmare]

Guys. Guys! GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!!!

✨SELAMAT HARI MEDEKA! ✨GUYS!!!!

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( SONG : Saya Anak Malaysia 2020 (Malaysia Day Song) )

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GIVING SOME LOVE FOR THE SEPAK TAKWAR TRIO, THE ACES!!! (WHO ARE CANONICALLY MALYSIANS! LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!!)

(At least, I think they are- WELL, THEY ARE TO ME!! LEAVE ME BE TO BE HAPPY-)

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HAVE I MENTION IS MALAYSIA'S 67TH INDEPENCE DAY??? :D

SELAMAT HARI KE-67 KEMEDEKAAN MALAYSIA TO ALL MALAYSIANS IN THE SUPA STRIKAS COMMUNITY, AND AROUND OR OUTSIDE MALAYSIA!!! Hope you all are having a GREAT DAY ON THIS SPECIAL OCCASSION (ALSO MONTH AND YEAR!) regardless what you're doing!!! (This goes to people who aren't Malaysians too. You deserve great days in your life, like the rest of us!) ✨💛💜💛💜💛💜💛✨

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I REWACTHED "SEPAK ATTACK S6E4" FOR THIS. CAN YOU TELL???? ALSO:

They REALLY name the Stadium that held the Sepak Takwar Event, "STADIUM MERDEKA"- Which just translates to:

"INDEPENDENCE Stadium"- (Edited after correction!)

"Merdeka" literally just means "Independence" in Bahasa Melayu-

Kinda ironic and an coincidence for today- And because Animasia Studios is from Malaysia. I wonder if this the people from Animasia Studios decision, or the writers/concept artists outside Animasia to name the stadium that.

This isn't really important- But I've been thinking this since I first watched and notice it in "Sepack Atack S6E4".

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(GOING TO BE VERY PERSONAL IN THIS PARAGRAPH-) I will say, it took me awhile to accept my nationality self when I was younger, because always grow up thinking, "You're only special and stand out if you were "English", from a country that is Native Language is English, or any other country that isn't in Southeast Asia." But growing up and surrounding myself with loving and accepting people, I slowly accept myself and falling in love with this country again, despite of it's many flaws.

Malaysia isn't a perfect country, that's the truth. There are many things I would criticize so Malaysia can be a better, safer and inclusive country. In my opinion, I think it's getting better (at least I hope it is-), so I hope it will continue getting better on, in the future. But, of course, despite the terrible things that happens in Malaysia, my love is always towards the people, culture, ecosystem, etc. of this country. And nothing would change that. ✨💙💛❤🤍❤🤍❤🤍❤🤍❤🤍❤🤍❤🤍✨

( This is my artwork, of me, btw :) )

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Originally, I wanted to make a drawing for the "Sepak Takwar Trio", with them wearing traditional clothing from different cultures in Malaysia (Pretty much Headcanons for them). Unfortunately, I don't have time... So I decided to make a little short edit of them instead! ✨💛💜✨ (I'M SO SERIOUS AND UNSERIOUS WHEN I MADE THE EDIT YESTERDAY- 😭😭 ) Maybe next year I will do the drawing 👀👀

Like I said, SELAMAT HARI MEDEKA!

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[toomuchracket]

two thoughts. office nerd and girlie telling the office they’re finally together and that Dublin trip you mentioned in the first ily fic.

we just spoke about the dublin trip so let's talk thought numero uno. oddly enough, i actually don't think you even need to tell your colleagues lol; they see you and matty giggling at each other in ways you certainly don't giggle with anyone else, both of you are physically incapable of not making the other a cuppa when you make one for yourself, luke from film reviews SWEARS he saw the two of you smooch in the staff room one morning, and the office went into uproar the day matty rocked up to work wearing yesterday's cardigan and jeans and what appeared to be your vintage spice girls t-shirt lol. in addition to all of this damning evidence, it's pretty clear you've both been soft launching on insta - well, you have, anyway, and you DID try to teach matty what it all meant and how to do it but he hasn't quite gotten the hang of not posting pics where you aren't so specifically you in them lmfao (but he's a sweet angel, and it's the thought that counts) - and so you're really not surprised when your friend rania from beauty invites the two of you on a double date with her and her bf without ever having confirmation that you and matty are together. he's all panicked like "how could you tell?", and she's like "because you look at each other like they're perfection personified, and she's been consistently cheery in a way that only people who are having regular extremely good and emotionally fulfilling sex are, that's how", and he blinks for a second and shrugs like "fair enough. yes, we'd love to go out with you and will. saturday?" lmfao. bless him <3

[dduane]

It's all about the Light

People were commenting yesterday about the surprisingly photographic quality of this image, so I want to deal with some of those inquiries here.

First, though, since the main character's clothes were a mess in that one—as I was beginning the process of tweaking about six different things at once in that set—I wanted to redo the render with that problem fixed. So here we have Freelorn back in the "dress casual" he'd have been wearing in court that morning, in this soon-to-be-published work, when the magpie first becomes an issue.

The first question most people seem to have had about this lighting setup is: "How did you do that?" And in all honesty, even after backing out to have a look at the set as a whole, I'm still not entirely sure how I did it...except that over time and multiple uses, more and more light sources of various kinds got hooked into that set. Tl:dr; I got lucky. (shrug) ...A more detailed discussion, with wider images of the set, is over here.

The first time I got lucky that way was in this shot. Just a joke render: a take on the concept "short king". "Hey," I thought, "I've got a king sitting around here, and he's short.* Let's emphasize how short. For fun."

(I wound up rendering that shot several times, over several posts, as a diagnostic. I'm nothing if not persistent about establishing for certain that I have no idea exactly why something's happening.) :)

...And then after a while another opportunity for a joke came up, in a meme-based mode, and who was I to pass up such a thing? Especially when all I had to do was change some positions a little.

(caption: "We lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship." ...Yeah, did they ever.) :)

In any case, you'd best believe that I went out of my way to preserve the original file/version of that set, so as not to accidentally mess up that overall lighting effect; and then occasionally used duplicates of it to stage other work, including the topmost image on this post, and various others that followed it.

Like this one, more an atmosphere piece than anything else, in which the man sitting in the Throne is having a bad day—

—and this one, of the very first time he sits in that chair, preparing to do justice on the surviving leaders of an army of people who the day before were trying to kill not just him but everybody he loves.

(ETA: noting a minor eye problem with the above: something technical. Will do another render and put it up in the morning.)

...Anyway, I've been meaning for some while to put aside the time for serious work on the Throne's textures.** Partly it's just a desire to have it look nice. But also, this isn't just some fancy chair; at least not to the people whose rulers sit in it. It's been intimately associated with the descendants of a demigod for hundreds of years—in fact, no one's really sure how many centuries. And popular opinion in Arlen has it that the Throne's routine adjacence to even quite dilute divinity has over time elevated it beyond mere furniturehood: has, indeed, caused it to become sensitive about whether the person who sits in it is in fact entitled to be there at all. (Not least because, sooner or later, bad things tend to happen to those who aren't.)

So in illustrations the Throne ought to look like a good solid artifact that's been around for a while and has picked up some patina. But it should also look like it's been well cared for, and have something of an air of venerability. (sigh) Still working on that. —Anyway, the current textures have always been temporary measures, unsatisfactory to a greater or lesser degree. I look forward to creating ones that better reflect what I see in my head... though that's a matter for a different and more technical post.

As to those questions:

@megatraven Is that fucking blender?

No, it's Daz Studio. I have to deal with Blender more than I like to at the moment (for example, I need to create new steps for that set in Blender shortly), and it drives me around the bend. But I've been working with Daz long enough now to have acquired at least some expertise, even though sometimes I have less idea about why things are working (or not) than I'd like.

@fyeahnix #tumblr brain rot is so strong I thought this was some AU take of that Jack Frost twink from Guardians

Oh. No, nothing to do with him. This character is the one around whom most of the drama of my first fantasy series has crystalllzed out. Freelorn started out more than forty years ago as kind of a romantically-inclined jerk with a love of lost causes and a recurring sporadic inability to think practicalities through. But he's been improving. :)

Anyway, thanks again to everybody who commented kindly about the good look of the images. The light: it's all about the Light. :)

*Lorn's probably about 5'9". Dusty's around 6'2" or a bit taller. (In that second image, definitely taller, as the boots that go with that outfit are riding boots and have significant heels.)

**And also the tapestries directly behind the Throne.